Where They At? - Too Short, Captain Save 'Em

Hook:

Where they at?

Where they at?

Where the hoes at?

Where they at?

Where the bitches at?

Where they at?

Where they at?

Where they at?

Yeah, where they at?

Where the hoes at?

Where they at?

Where the bitches at?

Where they at?

Where they at?

Where they at?

Verse 1: (Captain Save 'Em, Too $hort)

Captain Save 'Em:

Yall niggas always talkin bad about a breezy

Talkin bout that young-ass, rich-ass nigga Too Sheezy

Always callin a woman out a name

Callin her a «bee-eye-itch», now thats a shame

What if somebody called your woman that?

Youd be all up at the century club boy with your stri-nap

Talkin bout «I'll never save a ho»

Then why you have that breezy drivin your big-body benz for?

You say you only out to get some head, and then to stab

But I see you up at Monty’s feedin her lobster and crab

They say that Captain is a playa’s worst enemy, so whats next?

You just mad cuz I got more hoes than you got diamonds on your rolex

Too $hort:

I realize after makin 6 platinums in a row

The shit was easy, so I had to get some mo'

I never did like stiff hoes

I fuck like a rap, ain’t no quick flows

I’m a California nigga, born and bred

Got a wild imagination when I’m on the bed

I love my woman, I love her girlfriend and her sister

Felt on her mommas booty but never kissed her

Been mackin on these hoes since the 8−0's

It don’t take much for me to break hoes

You must be dreamin, if my bitch chose you

We in another lifetime, my game is foolproof

It won’t happen, as long as she’s my bitch

I give a fuck if you fake pimps peep my shit

Cuz I’mma mack these hoes like never befo'

And everytime I grab the mic I gotta better flow

Hook

Verse 2: (Too $hort)

I went from rappin about the clothes I was wearin at a party

To all the hoes that let me see their naked bodies

It’s not an overnight transition thing

I wasn’t born pimpin hoes wearin pinky rings

Never walked around sayin «Who am I?»

Cuz when I seen old movies like «Superfly»

It was my destiny, to live a pimp legacy

And reach levels other niggas never see

In '81 I rapped friendly, but now its on

One day I said somethin on the microphone

About sixteen hoes, suckin ten toes

People loved it, thats how the story goes

It’s true, in 1982

Me and Freddy B sold the tapes to you

X-rated, talkin bout bitches and thugs

All the dope-dealers gettin rich sellin drugs

Too $hort bumpin in the background

You thought I retired, bitch I’m back now

Like a house party, or a side show

I got the spanish, black and white hoes

Ask an East Oakland nigga, I bet you he know

«Is she mixed with japanese or fillapino?»

I always spit the game when I rap

All I wanna know is where the hoes at?

Hook